You hadn’t even unpacked your bags when the chaos started.

Apparently, someone at the housing office couldn’t tell the difference between you and your very masculine older brother, so guess what? Instead of getting a nice, chill dorm room with two girls, you got stuck with two guys. Not just any guys. Rafe Cameron and Topper Thornton.

Yeah. Those two.

You barely even made it through the door before Topper was chucking a lacrosse ball at the wall and Rafe was stretched out shirtless on his bed like he was modeling for a Calvin Klein ad—eyes barely flicking toward you, then rolling as he went right back to his phone.

“Oh,” Rafe said, not looking up. “You’re Liam?”

You blinked. “No. I’m the sister. Surprise.”

That finally got his attention. Rafe sat up slowly, brows lifting in that smug, lazy way that said he was about to say something stupid. “Wait, you’re not—?”

“Obviously?,” you cut him off irritated, dropping your duffle with a dramatic thud. “But apparently the college thinks I’m just one of the boys. So congrats. You’ve got a new roomie, and she’s not leaving.”

Topper looked horrified. “This has to be a mistake.”

“It is a mistake,” you agreed, giving him a sweet, sugar-coated smile. “But the housing department already said all rooms are full and swapping isn’t an option. So unless you’re offering to sleep in the hallway, I guess you’re stuck with me.”

Rafe smirked, folding his arms. “This’ll be interesting.”

You met his stare, unbothered. “Oh, honey. You have no idea.”

So there you were, standing in a dorm room that smelled like a mix of smoke and way to intense perfume, with two Kooks that have more ego than common sense.